This morning, I woke up on my own. Somehow, I think I dreamt that my father was knocking on the glass door of the balcony like he did the past 3 days. I dreamt he said something like "wake up". So I woke up, unsure if that really happened. But thinking back now, I don't think so. Anyway, that dream was effective. I think I could wake up because I slept earlier last night.
After breakfast, my father and I went cycling around Hoi An town. It was so fun. For once, I felt like I was part of the traffic. Just like driving a car on the road. I wouldn't say I've grown immune to the honking, but I've been trying to ignore it. I want to get a horn and blare it along the road as I cycle. I think I kept getting horned at. Maybe the drivers were just trying to be friendly.
The roads are dusty. The exhaust fumes are not filtered before escaping into the air. Along the road, there are stalls/houses. The road is mostly smooth, but bumpier than Singapore roads. The funny thing is, cyclists don't have bells. So only the motorcyclists and car drivers can join in the honking.
Along the way, we went on a few off-road tracks. One of them led us to a small fishing farm. It was located near the river. There is also agricultural activity along the river. The river helps to irrigate their crops. We met a friendly couple who was fishing. The had a huge net suspended in the river. When they collected the fish, they would "cycle" at a small "control room" to tighten the ropes, bringing the net up. The net was supported by a few wooden poles dug in the water. After collecting the fish on a small boat, the ropes were then released and the net shot back down into the water. It suddenly ceased to exist. The couple asked us where we were from and had a friendly chat with us.
After cycling for 2 hours, we went back to the resort. My sister wanted to go to the gym just now but was under-aged. So instead she rotted in the billiard room and watched tv. My mom just read a book. And she told me she was on her own slimming programme...
At around 10.30am vietnam time, we rented a taxi for 4 hours which would take us to Danang city. I was the first to exclaim, "yay! civillisation!" when we arrived. The city there was slightly more advanced, but seems more like the Bras Basah complex. Except they tried to air condition it. But for seem reason, their air-con failed to live up to its duties. We shopped a bit but there was really nothing much that was interesting. It's supposed to be their "vivo city" there. Jean and I went bowling. It cost S$1.50 per game. Much cheaper than SAFRA. We played 3 games each because mom and dad took so long to come back up to rescue us. The bowling balls were very rough, with many dents. The alley looked like it was ageing too. I beat my sister in 2 games. I think I warmed up to the alley after a while. She detiorated drastically.
We ate lunch at a restaurant the taxi driver recommended us. The food was nice but the hygeine was not up to our expectations. There were ants crawling over our untensils and plates. There were plenty of flies too. But my mom particularly liked the beef stew. She said it was nice at least 10 times. I was beginning to hate the stew.
After lunch, I'm back at the resort. I was so tired I slept through the whole journey back. Blogging now and chatting with Jie Ying. I like this place. It's nice. But I'll have to leave tomorrow.
Later: Going to the beach again to swim and collect clams. Then dinner I think.
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